The First 2 Weeks
So living with Luke is pretty great. I feel bad though cause I've been snapping at him a little lately and I know I shouldn't. It's not his fault that we have no cooking gas and our dishwasher is broken. I'm just frustrated because this is all shit that could have been taken care of months ago but never was. *sigh* Nothing like coming home to tiny gasleak that wouldn't have been a big deal if it'd been taken care of immediately but had, by that point, leaked enough gas that there was a chance of the entire building blowing up. I'm just sick of this shit.
We do, on the plus side, have cable and high-speed internet finally. The man was nice enough to drill a hole through our closet and rewire the cable box into what we've made into our living-room area. It's still impossible to get set up though because so many people have just left their shit here and nobody is returning my pleas to come get it. I think I'm just gonna sell or throw away anything that's still here next week. I can't take it anymore, and I can't take everyone abusing how nice I am. There's a shit ton here that belongs to at least 3 people, possibly more. And they're all mad at me for no fucking reason. If there's one thing I hate more than anything, it's people who feel entitled to my generosity.
Adrian visited. that was fun. He helped us rearrange what furniture we could, which I'm eternally grateful. He left his hat here though, which knowing him, is almost a disaster.
Classes are amazing. Dickerman is love. Epstein is love. Terry fucking Harrison is love. We looked at monkeys yesterday in his Human Evolution class. Shakeaspeare is a little weird, but that's to be expected.
We do, on the plus side, have cable and high-speed internet finally. The man was nice enough to drill a hole through our closet and rewire the cable box into what we've made into our living-room area. It's still impossible to get set up though because so many people have just left their shit here and nobody is returning my pleas to come get it. I think I'm just gonna sell or throw away anything that's still here next week. I can't take it anymore, and I can't take everyone abusing how nice I am. There's a shit ton here that belongs to at least 3 people, possibly more. And they're all mad at me for no fucking reason. If there's one thing I hate more than anything, it's people who feel entitled to my generosity.
Adrian visited. that was fun. He helped us rearrange what furniture we could, which I'm eternally grateful. He left his hat here though, which knowing him, is almost a disaster.
Classes are amazing. Dickerman is love. Epstein is love. Terry fucking Harrison is love. We looked at monkeys yesterday in his Human Evolution class. Shakeaspeare is a little weird, but that's to be expected.